The Year 3000

Chapter 10: New Perspectives

Scarlett's POV

Previously:

I stood astounded for a couple of seconds before I started to get cold once more. I quickly made my way into the bedroom and picked out an outfit. A light green colored ball gown, the least extravagant dress I could find.

I put my hair up in a messy bun and sank down onto the bed, wondering what the hell just happened.

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I stared up at the ceiling for the longest time, just replaying my life over and over, going through memories. Doing that, I came to the more recent events. I thought about Harry, trying to figure him out. He was just so different all the time that I had no idea which Harry was the real one, or if all of the darkness and power was Harry.

I sighed deeply as the beginning of a headache began to form. After that episode in the shower, I didn't know what to think. Did he honestly believe he cared for me? Did he think that physically disciplining me was a part of love? I scoffed internally at how truly disturbed he must be if he believed either of those things. Yet at the same time, I couldn't help but feel as though this was an opportunity. If I ended up staying here as long as I thought I would, then maybe I could help him keep away the cruel side of himself. If he let me.

Slowly sitting up, I figured I couldn't just lie here forever. I took my hair out of its bun and ran my fingers through it, a nervous habit. I was just about to get up and find Michael, when I heard a faint noise come from the closet.

Hope blossomed through me like a wildfire, but I urgently tried to push it down. If the Rebellion was here, then both whoever it was and I were in danger. I cautiously went over to the closet and opened the door. Standing there in a black shirt and jeans was Luke in all his glory. My heart stopped beating as my happiness quickly turned to fear.

"Luke, you have to get out of here, now!" I stage whispered, rushing over and attempting to push him back into the tunnel he came from. My protests were futile--he just grabbed my wrists and hugged me. I struggled against his grasp, trying my hardest not to give in to him, and after a couple of seconds he let me go.

"Luke! Go! You're not only endangering yourself, but if Harry ever found out about that tunnel, then he would kill everyone in it! Please go, I don't want to be punished again," I pleaded, hoping to guilt him into leaving. Luke looked shocked for a second, but he quickly gained his composure.

"Come with me, please," he pleaded softly, slipping his hands down my wrists so he could grip my hands. I was shaking my head before I even spoke.

"I can't! I left the camp to protect it. I'm not going back just so I can endanger it again," I protested, squeezing his hands once before letting go. Luke's eyes looked conflicted.

"I know you want to save everyone," he whispered, looking at me with such intensity it knocked the breath out of me, "Just hold on, okay? My camp is working on a secret weapon that will turn the tides on this war. As soon as we get it ready, we are going to come and rescue you. I promise you." Even though his voice was barely audible, the fierceness in his tone reverberated throughout my head like he had been shouting.

"A secret weapon?" I asked in confusion, scared to let hope into my heart once again. Luke nodded, his eyes darting to the closet door before landing on me. "Go!" I insisted, just as heavy footsteps could be heard approaching. Luke soundlessly slipped back into the tunnel and closed the door, and not a second too soon, either. I quickly exited the closet, trying to look as inconspicuous as possible.

"H-Harry," I stated, cursing myself for stuttering.

Harry smiled gently as he took in the sight of me.